Accepting Amelia

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Spoilers: Post Stolen Earth, no Journey's End, and AU where Rose and the Meta stayed. Set after "Forming Family", "Tiny Traveler", "Procuring a Professor For Potter", "Quite the Day", "How Harry Met Hedwig", "Magical Madness", "Removing the Ribbon", and "Abducting Amelia".

Prologue:

Rory Pond ("Williams!") gulped as he met with Amy's brother. It wasn't the first time they had met; often, when Harry was in town that was, they met up for drinks. Harry was a good bloke, bit silly when he wanted to be and a prankster of the highest caliber but a good guy nonetheless.

Green eyes were trained on him, a shiver shot down his spine; it wasn't that Harry, and most of Amy's immediate family, was an alien either. Rory had been let in on that particular secret on his year and a half anniversary with Amy. Aliens were nothing new for Londoners, what with the seemingly annual invasions, but dating a human raised by some wasn't exactly something covered in school lessons. Still, these aliens were the nice sort, the ones fending off the usual sorts, and they seemed human enough that it was hard to believe they were in fact not human unless something particularly alien popped up.

It wasn't even that Amy and some of her family were witches and wizards; he had caught Amy doing some sort of spell after seven months of dating. That had been a shock of course, but once he calmed down he dealt pretty well. Magic was much more…regulated than Rory had ever imagined, but witch or not, Amy Pond was still just Amy to him.

No, the problem at the moment was that Rory was about to propose to Amy.

Her parents had been agreeable, and so had her godparents, and so had her elder sister and their eldest brother. He even consulted with their adopted stepbrother.

However, Harry was known to be protective of his family and he was a very powerful wizard.

Harry stared at the human; he knew Rory was a good bloke, he honestly did. Not many Muggle humans could handle the idea that their significant other was a Magical, let alone one raised by aliens, time-traveling aliens, and had been required by law to lie about such a fact for several months.

But Rory remained, asking questions as need be of course, he was a human after all, as steadfast and dependable as ever before. In fact, he was more useful now that he knew everything. It was hard not to admire a medical student who had thrown himself into learning about alien biologies and magical healing, on top of his muggle medical schooling, so he wouldn't be a complete deadweight.

And Harry knew that his sister, in her own Scottish way of course, adored the trainee nurse and he knew that the emotions were returned. Even the blindest, deafest, and dumbest being in the multiverse could probably see that.

The two of them lit up with so many positive feelings towards each other that it had almost started a catastrophic feedback loop amongst Amelia, the existing Time Lords and Ladies, and anyone bonded to said aliens. (The first thing that was done after Rory found out the magical side of things was to teach him Occulmency and until he was good enough at it to fare on his own, the TARDIS used Amelia as a hot spot to shield his mind for him).

It didn't help that Bad Wolf, the Cub, and Luna had all worked together to make sure the two met.

Logically Harry knew his baby sister was an adult woman, a very powerful witch, and as independent as could be. She could still, after all these years, knock him flat when they sparred.

It had been, Harry mused as he watched his friend sweat bullets, much easier when he hadn't liked Amelia Pond, let alone cared about her health and safety beyond if she was in one piece and breathing.

On the other hand, nobody liked to remember those days…